Art and Writings of Ghostfingers

The pen fell out of my pocket.
I guess that it’s time to say goodnight.

Goodnight, muse.
I’ve had enough
FUN
for one day.
Seriously, muse.
Please go away.
I need to sleep sometimes, you know.
Muse, because of you,
I know now
how mothers of newborns feel.
I could rip out all my hair
one strand at a time
and eat it.
Quit all that noise, Jack.
Save it for Sunday.
Tomorrow’s another
Chance to dance
a disco!
upon the dirty floor of my
so stubborn consciousness

Eulogy (to Dawn)

I tried the yellow rubber gloves
I deeply dug the friendly dirt but
Earth belly a hungry child
bit down and swallowed both my thumbs
it searching sun ate through the day
became so cloudy I could see no
residue but gray the tallest plants
broke all their backs in a
fuss sucked up all the
moisture from my
most favorite sippy cup
the summer died and
so did I
a virgin busted out the rake to
comb our crunchy hair before
the ever whitest wake so we could look our
very best for the unearthly guests she
ambidextrous surgeon twined
endless stalks of four
leaf clover vines so
even beetle bugs could climb
into September’s lullaby
we packed our
purple bags and ran for the
far hills of midnight

Beware of the woman who is mostly smiles. Beware of men who like to arm wrestle. Beware of the door that’s always open. Beware of the moving rugs, booby traps, cloudless skies, riddlers, puzzle-makers, and friendly people at bars. They will tell you that you live inside a box. They will deny their ability to act. They will call themselves doves when they’re sharks. They will invite you over for board games and kool-aid. Beware.

Is that barbed wire?

No, that’s the clouds.

All the poets lift their heads when pianos are falling.

How could you possibly lose your mind if you could never find it in the first place?

“Secret”

I tried to hide it

but the mice found out

when they invaded the garbage,

took it back to their hole,

shared it with the fleas,

and now the bugs won’t let me be.

I bribe the mice with mozzarella.

I knew I should have burned it

But I didn’t have a match.

Next time I will flush it so

it can be the plumber’s problem.

There’s no escaping, darling.

If a bull is charging at you, it is hardly courageous to jump out of the way. That’s what I do on a daily basis. It takes not bravery but determination to survive unhindered in the face of a challenge.